
Aulia and Husain's wedding day is approaching. Everyone seems to be busy preparing everything, to welcome the happy day.
The busiest person is Mas Dul because he was the one who was asked by Pak Haji to help Husain. In addition, Mbak Jum's husband has also promised himself that he will help prepare for Husain and Aulia's marriage.
Mas Dul is now busy arranging rooms that will be occupied by Pak Haji and Bu Hajah, also preparing rooms for the children of Aulia and Husain.
"Mas Dul, I'm staying at work first. Later in the lunch hour, I go home," said Husain this morning.
"Ready, Mas Husain," replied Mas Dul.
"Later if the driver from the furniture store comes, please tell him to help him to lift his belongings and take them to the children's room and the room Mr., according to the color of the furniture yes, Mas. And this, money tips for the driver sir," Husain said.
"Okay, Mas Husain. I assure you, everything was in order before Mas Husain came," Mas Dul replied excitedly.
Yes, Husain prepared everything carefully to welcome Ammar and also Pak Haji and Bu Hajah. Especially to welcome his future wife later.
Rooms for children are designed and filled with furniture in accordance with cartoon characters and favorite colors of Ammar and Yasmin.
The room for Pak Haji and his wife was also prepared as well as possible, so that the two parents who had given a decent life and gave an outpouring of affection to Aulia and Ammar were comfortable, he said, and stay with them.
As for his own room that will be occupied with Aulia later, Husain prepared and arranged his own. He didn't even let Mas Dul get in there and help him.
The sweet-faced man really wants to give the best for his future wife, his attitude is really sweet like his face and behavior is also sweet.
Just now Husain was about to get into the car with the princess, saw Pak Haji and Bu Hajah, and Ammar came with a favorite scooter Pak Haji.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Papa," said Ammar who immediately descended and scattered towards Husain who was holding Yasmin.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas Ammar," Husain replied, followed by his faint-sounding daughter.
Husain immediately hugged the young boy and then kissed Ammar's head, as was his custom after meeting Aulia and her son.
"Why do you want to leave?" ask Ammar.
"Yes, son," replied Husain.
"We're going to syini to pick up sister, Pa. Said Eyang, we want to buy clothes that return," explained Ammar with bright light.
Mrs Hajah, who had the idea to buy a couple shirt for Ammar and Yasmin, so that on the wedding day their parents would wear clothes of the same color.
Of course, the boy was always enthusiastic whenever his eyes invited him to buy clothes in the biggest mall in the city because Ammar had never been invited by his mother to travel like that.
Moreover, his eyes were also royal against Ammar. In addition to buying clothes, some toys and snacks, Ammar is also allowed to play in the rides of children's games available in the mall.
"Oh, huh? Well, my sister must be happy if her clothes are identical to Mas," said Husain, smiling.
"Thank you very much, sir, Mom," Husain said, smiling sincerely.
"Don't say that, Husain. We are, family. Nak Lia and Mas Husain, we have considered like our own children and these two, are our favorite grandchildren," Bu Hajah replied as he rubbed the tops of Ammar and Yasmin's heads together.
"So, Husain did not need to take Yasmin to the shophouse, yes," said Husain who seemed a bit disappointed because he could not say goodbye to Aulia before he left for work.
Husain nodded with a shy smile. "Yes, sir."
"Oh yes, Mas Husain. Tomorrow night, we plan to invite Yasmin to stay at the shop for two or three nights. Bi Mus is also ready to accompany Yasmin, right?" Mrs Hajah asked permission.
Husain frowned.
"You mean your mother, let you have a special time as a newlywed, Mas Husain," said Pak Haji, who understands Husain's confusion.
Hearing Mr. Haji's words, Husain smiled widely. "It doesn't have to be that way, sir, Mom. We're not just married teenagers for the first time" Husain said.
"We were met when we had both had children, so for example there was a disturbance from the child, yes. Think of it, as entertainment," he continued wisely.
"Yes, that's right, Mas Husain. But, if there are parents like us, there is no harm in it, right, if we are the ones who take care of the children so that you have quality time for both?" Mr. Haji seems pushy.
Of course Husain who heard, smiled happily. "If that has become the desire of Father and Mother, please. As long as the children do not feel compelled" Husain replied later.
"Just be a couple on the first night, it's fun, Mas Husain." Mr. Haji began to joke, poisoning the mind of the widower of one child with things that Husain had not felt for long enough.
Husain could only smile at the dikulum.
While Bu Hajah was no longer there because the middle-aged woman had invited Ammar and Yasmin around the side yard which was quite spacious, the plan will be used as a playground for Ammar and his sisters.
"Already, Kung, don't be invited to chat. Later Mas Husain even so late," reprimanded Bu Hajah because her husband seemed still fun to invite Husain joking.
Husain then said goodbye to both parents, treating both with reverence as if greeting a long-gone biological parent. Since Husain was a teenager.
The man whose attitude is always polite does not forget to kiss the son of the future wife, and kiss the cheek of the princess chabi.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Husayn said, greeting him.
Husain's car soon passed, leaving the courtyard with a small wave of Yasmin and Ammar's hands.
Husain drove his car at a moderate pace, with a smile that continued to adorn his lips.
"It feels like I can't wait for tomorrow" murmured Husain.
The shadow of Aulia who was smiling shyly passed and it made Husain more homesick with his future wife.
"Now also last night did not meet, why is my sense of longing so passionate? Yes, Rabb .. keep this feeling, so that I always have a longing for her even though she will be my wife."
"I want to always miss him, and fall in love so many times with him."
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Sweet of you, Mas.
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